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[venatoris]

[ His palm stays there until he's fully in the shower, face full of wings that he's trying to smooth away. ]

Okay. Let's get you cleaned up. Pass me the shampoo.

[messenger]

[ his wings are shivering and twitching like the wings of an anxious bird, but he obediently passes the shampoo to dean. it shouldn't take long, with half his feathers gone. looks like at least one good thing's come of that. ]

Here.

[venatoris]

[ It's very cockatoo of him, and he's glad he's standing behind Cas, because it hides the smile on his face. He's not laughing AT him, just. This is kinda crazy. Cas has never shown him his wings like this before. ]

Thanks. Hold still.

[ While he squirts a handful and lathers up, reaching to start at the top, gentle scrubbing, careful and gently, lightly digging his nails and works his way down. ]

[messenger]

[ he's already a live wire, and dean's hands don't help. he's embarrassingly, mortifying hard, and his wings shudder when he touches him— hugs his fingers deep. his nails glance skin, and castiel gasps, reaching to brace himself against the wall. ]

Oh!

[venatoris]

Sorry!

[ He can only assume he’s hit a tender spot - he hasn’t clocked Cas’ boner yet, he can’t see without turning the angel to face him and that’s counterproductive to washing wings. ]

Sorry. You good?

[messenger]

It's okay, you didn't— it doesn't hurt.

[ of course dean would think that. what else would he think? ]

It's just. Uhm. Sensitive. Is all.

[ 😳 ]

[venatoris]

Oh, okay. I’ll uh, be more careful.

[ he reaches up to start where he left off, fingers tickle light. ]

Better?

[messenger]

[ he can't help it— his wing twitches at the careful touch, and he laughs. fuck. his wings are sensitive, especially with so many of the feathers destroyed, but he'd never thought they'd be ticklish ]

Th-that feels—

[venatoris]

Feels… bad? Good?

[ He’s not getting any red flag signals to stop, so he keeps going, moving down over one wing towards the join of skin and whatever the hell wings are made of. ]

[messenger]

It— tickles—

[ he hisses from between his teeth, trembling with the effort it takes not to flap his wings. if he accidentally hits dean with one of them, it's going to hurt. swans can break bones with their wings, and his are much, much bigger, of course.

dean's fingers draw near the wing-joint, and cas digs the fingers of one hand into his thigh. ]

Ah—!

[venatoris]

Does it?

[ Well now that’s kind of delightful, isn’t it? A ticklish angel. Dean is grinning, briefly paused before continuing, making casual conversation. ]

Are all angels ticklish?

[messenger]

I-It—

[ it does. his wing twitches incessantly as dean continues his torture, and castiel leans forward with a groan to press his forehead against the shower wall. he's trying to supress his laughter— but it's difficult, and he mostly fails. ]

N-n-no?

[venatoris]

[ Dean hasn’t heard Cas laugh in a while. He knows that tickling is only so fun, but he can tell Cas is holding it in, and so he lets his fingers trail on, continue for a moment, wanting to drag it out. ]

So just you.

[ His hands find the join of wing and back, pressing into skin, muscle under fingertips. ]

[messenger]

[ he's holding it in to the best of his ability, but his resolve keeps weakening. dean has clever fingers, and he's always been weak to him.

he doesn't quite yelp when his fingers dig into the base of his wing, but— ]

Ah—! Dean.

[ he yanks his wings in close and whirls around to pull them out of dean's reach, instinct overriding modesty. of course, he can't really hide them, and dean can just reach around, but it's the thought that counts. ]

[venatoris]

[ Dean's grinning when they come face to face, but he's also aware they're two naked men (sorta, Cas isn't a man, but he's in a dude body so there's definitely dick involved, there) standing in a shower together.

It's not a big deal, they're just bros being bros. ]

Sorry, sorry. I'll stop. [ He holds his hands up, smile still lighting his face. ] Promise.

[messenger]

[ it has to be acknowledged: although it worked, his choice to turn and face dean was probably a strategic error. he keeps his wings firmly tucked behind his back, one hand stretched out to stop dean from getting any closer, face flusehd and eyes a little wild. this also means dean has a perfect full view of his body, however, and with the shower curtain torn down and lying on the floor, it's no help when it comes to perhaps hiding his sins in shadow.

castiel coughs, awkwardly. ]

It's just— It's just, if my wings hit you, they could hurt you. Doing it from behind isn't safe.

[venatoris]

[ He's doing his best to keep his eyes on Cas' face, but it's right there how's he supposed to ignore it?

Ahem. ]

Ah, okay. Makes sense. [ He's chuckling at the last part, though. ] Heh. Do it from behind.

[messenger]

[ don't look at his hard weewee :(

he stiffens (heh) and slaps both hands in front of his crotch when he catches dean looking. as though cas ever would have cared before this very moment. ]

What?

Is that a reference.

[venatoris]

[ He flicks his eyes back up, keeps them on Cas' face like a gentleman should. ]

Uh huh. Pretty sure it's called doggy style.

[messenger]

Doing it from behind is called "doggy style"?

[ he has no idea they're talking about sex. ]

Do you... prefer doggy style, Dean?

[venatoris]

...I'm talking about sex, here. And yeah, don't mind it sometimes.

[ casually talking about this face to face with a naked dude who happens to be his bestie. noooo biggie ]

[messenger]

[ he opens his mouth. and then closes it again.

whatever he was going to stay clearly isn't relevant. ]

Oh.

[ a naked aroused dude. it's an important distinction. ]

[venatoris]

[ Yeah no he's seeing that. There's definitely some arousal going on downstairs and Dean's doing his best to control his own.

What? He's watched gay porn.



He wets his lips, and clears his throat. ]

D'you wanna finish?

[messenger]

Finish?

[ his face flares hot. and then it strikes him what dean means, and he turns around on a dime to hide behind his wings. ]

Yes.

[venatoris]

[ aaaawkward. ]

Okay. Stay still.

[ He'll refrain from tickling for now, instead carefully giving him a long scrub. Sensuous, not that he realizes what he's doing. It's really intimate, he thinks - definitely a shared moment, cause Dean's never seen Cas' wings and he's pretty sure this is some major trust. ]

You good?